Hill soon shook his head again.
Oaisis could control this world's Death God, after all, so if he said there was nothing wrong with Lucimar's soul, then he should... had to be right.
Damn Oaisis. Hill had always been someone who left himself room to maneuver when he spoke, but that rockhead forced him to speak in absolutes.
Otherwise, both Hill and anyone listening would harbor a little doubt.
Oaisis was simply too unreliable!
But if that woman could deceive Oaisis, why couldn't she deceive her own son?
One could say the child was too perceptive and had sensed something wrong from infancy, but if someone so meticulous had shown him wholehearted maternal love... sometimes, even clever people deceived themselves for the sake of love.
Clearly, Gaia's attitude toward Lucimar was nothing like that of an affectionate mother.
If Lucimar was the vessel she had chosen for Kronos, she would not have been so cold—cold enough to control the child through force... that would only make replacing his soul more troublesome.
So, to her, Lucimar mattered, yet also didn't... was he an intermediate requirement?
Lucimar keenly sensed the gaze fixed on him. He couldn't help trembling before he summoned every ounce of strength to control his emotions and asked as calmly as he could, "Mr. Hill, is... is there something wrong with me?"
Hill thought for a moment, then shook his head again. "It's not you."
"What... do you mean?"
"Does that woman really have only one child—you?" Hill asked probing questions. "You see, although you're supposedly Ismail's last child... that lady hasn't lost the ability to bear children, has she?"
"I... I thought she..." Lucimar stammered. "Lost her vitality after taking complete control of that body."
"That's impossible," Hill said firmly. "Gaia holds the divine office of Mother Goddess.